In the city, at this time, children would have already been lured to bed by their parents and were fast asleep.
But the nights here are like they've been enchanted, as lively as daytime.
Just then, a gasp came from the performance area in the center of the square.
It turned out to be an artist performing fireball juggling. Perhaps due to exhaustion from the long performance, he lost focus and his control of the fireball went awry.
The fireball, which should have traced a beautiful arc in the air, flew straight toward a pillar at the edge of the square like an out-of-control meteor.
That pillar was as thick as two people could hug, and it was an important support for the roof above the square.
The fireball, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck the pillar instantly, scattering sparks everywhere.
Then, a heartbreaking scene unfolded.
The wooden structure of the pillar, scorched by the fireball, began to weaken, creaking and groaning under the weight of the fireball.
Just seconds later, with a dull "crack" sound, the pillar broke in the middle and fell to the ground.
At that moment, a little boy, who was only about three years old, was squatting down below the pillar, playing intently in the sand.
His chubby little hands darted through the sand, completely unaware of the immense danger that was about to descend upon him from above.
My heart jumped into my throat.
If those two people were to encircle that thick pillar and it had hit the child squarely, would the child still be alive?
I fear I'll be smashed to pieces in an instant.
At this critical moment, a miracle occurred.
Just a second before the pillar was about to hit the little boy, the boy seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and suddenly stretched out his small, tender hand.
It caught the pillar steadily.
The little boy was like a small giant with immense strength, supporting the pillar with one hand, without any sign of strain on his face, continuing to play in the sand as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
The people around seemed to have already gotten used to it.
Even the child's mother simply used her slender hands to place the pillar aside.
Everything was as if nothing had happened.
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